Page 35 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

Ezio chuckles. “Admit it. You like me, even if it’s just a little.”

“I’d admit no such thing.”

“Mhmm.” The pad of his thumb runs over my cheek. “Maybe that’s why your eyes fill with hunger whenever we touch, right? Because you don’t like me.”

Desire sparks in my belly. I hope to heavens that it’s not stamped on my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“If only we had a mirror.” He cups the back of my head with both hands. “I’d let you see how much you want me right now.”

I almost moan. Almost.

“Then again, you don’t need a mirror, do you?” he mutters. “I’m sure you’re feeling everything I’m seeing on your face.” He leans in, our faces merely inches apart. “Admit it or not, I know you’re aroused for me.”

That last line definitely makes me moan. It gets cut off when our lips meet, crushing. Ezio tightens his grip on the back of my head and pulls me closer, his tongue slipping between the seam of my lips. He tastes me with a groan, exploring my mouth with a hunger that supersedes my own. He’s like a starving man. A desperate man. The way he’s gripping my ass, grinding himself against me, it’s like he doesn’t want to let go.

But then he does.

It so sudden, so jarring. I remain frozen, my eyes still closed, lips puckered, waiting for him to kiss me again. Not feeling his warmth anymore, it makes me open my eyes to see him slipping on his jacket. What the hell?

“Ezio?”

He clears his throat, his eyes on the exit. “I have to go.”

He says nothing more and turns around to leave. He closes the door behind him, and I listen as his footsteps descend the stairs. In a matter of seconds, I hear the faraway sound of an engine turning on and its tires screeching.

Seriously?

Did I do something wrong. Was it a terrible kiss? Did something about me turn him off?

I glance down at myself with a sigh. Yeah, getting close to me made it finally sink in. I’m not the type of girl he usually goes for. He probably feels bad about the mixed message he just sent me.

But as I plop down on the bed, I push that notion away. I might be inexperienced, but I know when a man wants me. My body might not be the perfect size, but he’s attracted to me. That erection confirmed it.

Then, why did he run away?

Does he regret getting so close to me? I’m still the enemy, after all. Our families have ensured that we have no business doing what we just did. It makes sense. Which means I should regret kissing him, too.

I don’t.

In fact, I enjoyed every second of it. His hands leaving heat wherever they touched, his skillful tongue sending throbbing pleasure between my thighs, his pelvis crushing against mine, giving me a preview of how satisfied he could make me. Oh, I want more of that sensation, his hard cock grinding me.

From the anguish on Ezio’s face and how quickly he retreated, I doubt we’ll have a repeat of that steamy moment, which means redirecting my thoughts to something that could actually help me.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Ezio left me again and who knows when he’ll be back this time.

Wait a minute.

I run towards the door and touch the doorknob.

Could it be?

I turn it and push it open. Much to my surprise, the door is unlocked.

“Holy shit,” I half-chuckle. In his hurry, Ezio forgot to lock the door. I grab my shoes and a coat. This could be my only chance of escaping. A quick pause in the hallway as I listen for any movements inside the house. Satisfied when there’s none, I run to the back door and hold my breath. I slowly turn the doorknob and with a sigh of relief, I also find it unlocked.

I quickly dash outside, greeting the cold air, which gives me the taste of freedom I haven’t felt in days. There’s no sign of Ezio, but considering the doors are unlocked, I doubt he’s gone far.

This is it!

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